Hi! :)


Since I fought against Feyrbrand and Greham I asked myself what the dragons - which are in my opinion not only very strong creatures but very intelligent too - may feel about being under control by humans in dragoon form. So I had to write a Fanfic with the eyes of a dragon.

I really don't know if something that happens in this story will come true on one of the next discs, because I didn't play it so far right now, but if there are any spoilers in my fanfic, don't blame me for it!

I am very sorry about my bad english. I try my best avoiding mistakes...


The Eyes Of A Dragon


In the center of a dark cavern deep down under the dragons nest Feyrbrand laid on the dusky and cold floor of stone. His eyes were contracted to thin lines and a smoldering, green light of hate deep into them lightened the adjacence around his head.

A deep grumble arose out of his stomach but the mighty dragon didn't dare to move. The wounds were much too deep and he needed rest.

I cannot believe my forefathers did this to us. Why did they give those stupid humans the spiritual might to control the dragon race? Didn't they even imagine, what this power could do in the hands of these worms or were they blinded by their hate against the winglies?

Hi thoughts digressed back to the fight against this human in red armor and his companions.

I should have killed this little, unworthy insect the first time I smelled his aura. And this woman... My wounds inhibit me to think this far back but I could swear I knew her long time before. The spirits are much too strong within those vermins.

Feyrbrands eyes opened to a small chink and he watched his environment.

Those stupid fools think that they killed me. This is alright with me so they won't come back and try to kill me again. When I am cured of my wounds I will come back to the surface of Serdia and maybe I will take care of those crawlers. But now I have to rest...

His eyes closed. An unending darkness fell over the cavern and a few heartbeats later Feyrbrands deep and slow breathing filled the den.

Those wounds - caused by magical weapons and items - would take thousands of years to heal, but Feyrbrand would have this time. He could wait all along...


I hope you enjoyed my little story. If you liked it, maybe I write another one. 'Til then: cu! :)